Vārdi: Thea Gilmore. Burning Dorothy. Into the Blue.

Across the room
This crowded, lonely room
I see you standing bright, you?re on fire
Across the sky
The busy city sky
There?s one star alight
It?s you

My God, I?m sorry, I?m falling into the blue
My God, I?m sorry, I?m dragging you down too

Across your eyes
Your blue cut crystal eyes
I see my reflection tied like the daylight
And into the night
This cold, unforgiving night

You stare out, the blue is you

My God, I?m sorry, I?m falling into the blue
My God, I?m sorry, I?m dragging you down too
Down too

Higher, higher you take me up
Higher, higher you take me up

My God, I?m sorry, I?m falling into the blue
My God, I?m sorry, I?m dragging you down too
Down too
Down too